The Little Death 27

Isabelle twitched as she heard the sound of the van`s side door. Was it the Chinese, planning something mean or just needing to relieve herself? However, when she could spot the figure leaving the car, it was too buxom to be the woman that had captured her.

»Mhm?«

Indeed, it was Sistine, still looking a bit like a schoolgirl in an adult movie, with her black pleated skirt that was way too tight and the equally tight white blouse that could not hide the fact Sistine was wearing no bra. But, what was more important, she was no longer restrained!

The girl approached her, walking soundlessly on her feet clad in pantyhose, and crouched beside her. Sistine didn`t say a word when she began unwinding the tape from Isabelle`s mouth and it was obvious that she still felt guilty about what had happened, though Isabelle considered that she, as the elder and more experienced one, was to blame. Anyway, they could start accusing each other later; now, they had to concentrate on escaping!

»The keys are in my pocket!«, Isabelle whispered once she had been able to spit out the socks. Sistine rummaged through her partner`s jeans and a minute later, Isabelle`s hands were free. Quickly, she hugged Sistine and thanked her, both to strengthen her confidence and to show her that now, there was no time to feel sorry. Then, they approached the still bound and gagged Sophia. Whilst Sistine started to work on her cuffs, Isabelle, who had adjusted her jeans, took the naked woman`s head between her hands and whispered:

»If you are not absolutely sure you can oppress a scream, leave the gag in!«

The woman nodded and rubbed her wrist Sistine had just freed. They then withdrew behind the Audi before Sophia, aided by Sistine, unbuckled the straps of her harness gag. Isabelle, who had taken the gun Sistine had handed to her deliberately, meanwhile kept an eye on the door.

Some coughing and panting indicated that Sophia`s mouth had become free and when she turned around, Isabelle could see the almost familiar sight of two entangled thongs, wet with saliva. She bent down to the exhausted woman and whispered:

»Luana`s save! She`s at my apartment now!«

Sophia let out a fluttering breath, indicating her relief on hearing that. Then, she tried to get up, but collapsed on the floor.

»S-sorry!«, she stammered. She managed to get herself into a sitting position, but Isabelle realized one thing: Sophia might be able to stagger to the door, at least if she or Sistine helped her, but she would not be able to run for the main gate, even if she ignored modesty and did so in the nude.

Isabelle sneaked towards the side door and peeped through the small window in it. There, at a corner, she could see the red glowing point of a cigarette, indicating the presence of at least one of the henchmen. As she concentrated, she could hear him talk; so, at least one of his comrades was close, too.

She returned to the others and, taking a deep breath, she made a decision:

»We have only one gun and only two of us know how to use it. So, we have to act smart. Sistine, I hope you are a good driver?«

»A-average«, the girl answered, curious on what Isabelle had in mind. The redhead had found her shoes and put them back on, discarding the damp socks that had been used to gag her.

»Sooner or later, they will get back in and see that we have managed to free ourselves. So, I will use the element of surprise and get out. Once you can hear shots, you open the garage door, get into the Audi and drive for the main gate!«

She saw the concern in Sistine´s eyes and, sounding more confident than she felt, she continued:

»The shooting will alert the guards and so, all I have to do is to keep them at distance for a few minutes. There are hundreds of cars offering cover and they are not expecting me! Perhaps, they will even run away and not even try to find me!«

She turned towards Sophia.

»I guess you might prefer getting chauffeured, even more as Sistine will get you to my apartment. There, all you have to do is to wait for me to join you. Feel free to use some of my clothes!«

Sophia nodded, still overwhelmed by a mixture of feelings and her physical exhaustion. Sistine carefully opened the Audi`s front door and cursed.

»The keys – Lan must have them!«

She pointed at the van and only now, Isabelle realized that the Chinese was still inside the car, either unconscious or otherwise put out of the game by Sistine.

»Maybe, I have underestimated the girl! After all, I was unable to overpower that woman!«

She took the discarded blanket and handed it to Sophia.

»Hide on the backseat, we will be back in a second!«

She followed Sistine to the van and kept the gun positioned at the woman inside who was standing with raised arms, her wrists cuffed to the ceiling and her ankles tied with what looked like pantyhose. Lan`s mouth was covered with tape and the way her cheeks bulged indicated that Sistine had packed it before applying the tape.

Sistine avoided looking at Lan as she rummaged through her handbag until she had found both the car keys and the garage door opener. Then, however, she hesitated and said towards Isabelle:

»We – we better take her with us! Sh-she`s an important suspect!«

Isabelle, who had seen the more than slightly peculiar chemistry between Sistine and the Chinese woman, doubted that this was her colleague´s only motivation, but she nodded. Her bedroom had become an improvised prison/torture chamber anyway.

»We will put her in the trunk! But before, we have to make sure she doesn`t try anything funny!«

Isabelle hadn`t forgotten how, during her encounters at Malta, a captive they had kept in their trunk, bound and gagged, had managed to get free and to even overpower her and her sister. So, she also entered the van and found a roll of tape and a coiled rope.

Lan didn`t stir as Isabelle cut a long piece of the rope and slung it around her waist, forming a slipknot noose. On Isabelle`s order, Sistine climbed on the box and cut the zip tie holding the cuffs. Then, she bent her arms down in a way that forced her to bend them and her elbows were pointing at the ceiling. Isabelle pulled up Lan`s skirt, revealing her white panties looking greyish under the black pantyhose, and handed the rope`s ends to Sistine. The girl threaded them over the chain of the handcuffs and pulled. The ropes tightened, forcing Lan`s arms further downwards and at the same time, her pubic mound was bisected. Isabelle took the dangling ends, brought them to the front again and knotted them off above their captive`s navel.

»That should keep you from sudden movement!«, she whispered, though she knew that the crotch rope, albeit tight, wasn`t as cruel as it could have been. At least, the Chinese still had the padding of both her panties and her pantyhose.

They lowered her on her belly and Isabelle bent her legs before tying the ends of her ankle tie to her cuffed hands, hogtying Lan. Then, she used the tape to not only immobilize the Chinese`s fingers, but also to reinforce her gag and to blindfold her. Then, she helped Sistine to carry the woman to the Audi and to stow her inside the trunk.

Once the lid was shut, Isabelle hugged Sistine and whispered:

»Sistine, I know that things between you and her«, she pointed at the trunk, »are a bit – complicated. But whatever has happened, you have almost redeemed yourself! All you have to do now is to get Sophia to my apartment and to hold the position until I am back! Luana will be there to help you and maybe, even my – my boyfriend!«

This was definitely not the time to explain her relationship to Mike, something Isabelle wasn`t even sure about where they were standing now. She gave Sistine her address and then, she sneaked towards the side door.

Sistine took a deep breath, entered the Audi and put the key into the ignition. As could be expected by a quality car, the engine started with a soft purring. She looked into the inside mirror and saw the widened eyes of Sophia, wrapped into the blanket and cowering in the foot room of the backseats.

»She should have fastened her seat belts!«, Sistine thought and had to oppress a nervous giggle. She took the door opener into her left, put in the first gear and got her feet ready on the pedals for a quick start. Then, she looked at Isabelle crouching beside the side door.

Two seconds later, the redhead pushed the door open, fired a shot into the air and jumped outside. Sistine nearly dropped the remote, but then, she pressed the button. The door began to rattle and then, slowly, it went up.

»Come on, hurry!«

Another shot could be heard and now, Sistine could see a pair of legs right in front of the main gate. She kicked down on the gas and the 280 hp of the engine made the Audi dart forward. There was a terrible screech as the lower edge of the garage door scraped over the roof and then, Sistine heard a bump and saw the figure of a man either jumping aside or being hit by the car. She fought not to choke the engine and hit another parked car before she gained full control over the Audi and drove along an uneven path between two rows of cars.

In the dark, she had some difficulties in finding the exit, but finally, she saw a sandy place and behind a two-winged wire-netting door, she could see the road. The door was closed and beside it, she spotted a small cabin with windows, obviously the janitor`s hut.

In a movie, she would have just accelerated, breaking the door open with her car. However, though she was more than puzzled, a part of Sistine`s brain still worked rationally: such a stunt could either damage the car or activate the air bags. In addition, it would endanger Sophia – and Lan who was helplessly rolling around in the trunk.

Letting the engine run, Sistine ran for the cabin. The door was open and it was empty; obviously, the janitor had either left for the evening or was looking for the source of the shooting. She looked around and saw indeed a big red button. Praying it wasn`t the emergency shutdown, she slammed her hand on it.

For what seemed to be an eternity, there was nothing but silence. Then, after a few seconds, an orange light on the door began to flicker and then, the door slowly opened. Sistine darted back towards the Audi, jumped inside and drove on, adding to the collateral damage by crashing one of the side mirrors at the door`s edge.

After a few hundred yards, Sistine, forced herself to take her foot from the gas. It would have been a ridiculous turn of events if she had been stopped by a Police control right now, with a naked woman on the backseat and another one tied and gagged inside the trunk!

***

»Phew! I hate preliminaries!«, Ingrid sighed as she turned towards Luana. She had restrained the unconscious Asian and then, she had taken a long refreshing shower, washing not only the remnants of wax from her body, but also parts of her embarrassment.

One minor problem had then been that Isabelle`s clothes didn`t fit the 5`11`` blonde. The white Lycra panties she had chosen felt a bit tight, but they would do. Above, she now wore a bathrobe that barely covered her hips and left her long, shapely legs uncovered. Well, Greg would need some persuasion to help her anyway.

She knew her henchman`s cell phone number by heart and so, she had been able to phone him after she had figured out from a discarded envelope where she currently was. She wasn`t too surprised to hear that Greg had been lured to a remote cabin in the Camargue, but she had almost forgotten how slow on the uptake the man could be. Finally, he had understood that he should organize a car and get to the apartment asap.

»Now, all we can do is wait!«, Ingrid purred as she approached Luana. The Taiwanese managed to remain calm; in fact, there was little more she could do.

Having ripped the clothes from Luana`s body, Ingrid had forced the armbinder on her, pulling the straps and laces as tight as she could, including the one that now bisected Luana`s crotch. Then, she had taken the sopping nerf ball with Sistine`s panties wrapped around it that had gagged her previously. Since Luana`s mouth was smaller than her own, it had been quite difficult to force it between the other`s teeth, but that had only made Ingrid to try even harder to stuff her captive`s mouth to the bursting. She had then secured the gag with one of the straps that had been used to tie her, buckling it so tight it cut into the corners of Luana`s mouth, before she had completed silencing her with some ten rounds of tape.

Ingrid had then crossed Luana`s ankles and tied them with the second strap before heaving her into Isabelle`s armchair turned around, so Luana had to kneel on the seat whilst her upper body was leaning against the backrest. At that moment, Luana had slowly regained her consciousness.

Using the curtain string, Ingrid gad tied a noose around Luana`s neck and tied the dangling ends to the armchair´s rear legs, forcing Luana to bend over and to press her chin on the edge of the backrest. The second curtain string was fixed to her tied ankles and then, after Ingrid had forced Luana to lift her feet, she had tied the ends to her neck, too. Now, if the Taiwanese moved her feet too much, she was in danger of strangling herself and in addition, she could barely move at all.

»Too bad you are not ticklish, Luana! And even worse that the candle has burned down! However, you can`t blame me of not being imaginative!«

She held something to Luana`s face and then let it swish through the air. It was a fly swatter, a simple device made of plastic one could get for less than a Euro in every supermarket. However, Luana had an idea how Ingrid would misuse it.

The blonde went around the armchair, so she stood right behind Luana`s backside.

»Do you remember Andrew Detterick?«

»Mhhmm?«

Despite her predicament, Luana felt puzzled. She could remember Andrew Detterick – he had been one of their fellow students at Harvard. However, he had not been involved in Project Little Death and he had been more an acquaintance than a friend.

»Remember how Andrew always mocked my German heritage?«

Under other circumstances, Luana would have rolled her eyes. Andrew had considered it funny to ask Ingrid – and, to a lesser degree, also Lioba – about Lederhosen and Sauerkraut and had tried to imitate the Prussian goose step whilst speaking with a fake German accent.

»Remember how he always counted the tact in what he thought was typically German? Eins! – Zwei! – Drei! – Vier!«

Ingrid shouted the last words like she was a Prussian General at a parade. Then, she giggled.

»Andrew was an idiot – but he just gave me an idea!«

Once again, Ingrid counted from one to four in German and this time, each number was accompanied by a slap with the fly swatter. »Eins!« – right buttock. »Zwei! – right sole. »Drei!« – left sole. »Vier!« – left buttock. The slaps caused a painful tingle, but Luana managed not to scream.

Ingrid repeated the routine of counting and slapping for several times, thus giving each blow some seconds to develop before the next one followed. The tingle increased and finally, Luana let out a faint groan. Ingrid stepped in front of her and wiped some imaginary sweat from her forehead. With her eyes directly in line with the blonde`s breasts, Luana could see that Ingrid`s nipples had hardened.

»That`s some kind of a workout! I am afraid when I am ready, I will need another shower! And think of poor Greg when he sees me like that!«

She arched her back, emphasizing her ample breasts barely covered by the bathrobe whose belt was beginning to loosen. Ingrid returned to her position. Before she continued spanking Luana`s buttocks and soles, she added:

»The poor guy will have to let off some steam whilst I am showering. Well, you better consider this as some kind of foreplay!«

She giggled and left out the counting, but her slaps hit Luana`s exposed skin with the same strength as before.

***

»There we are!«

Amy stopped the Peugeot and pointed at the adjacent house. Beside her, Cassandra still seemed a bit suspicious.

In front of the restaurant, Amy had come just right to see Cassandra leave. She had not bothered faking to be at the same spot by accident; instead, she had approached Cassandra and, after ostentatiously hugging her, she had whispered:

»You are in danger! Do as I say!«

Improvising, she had told Cassandra that the man that had been forced to jump into the sea at the Chateau d`If had not just been a pervert trying to get an upskirt photo of her. In addition, she, Amy, also wasn`t a random tourist.

»The British Secret Service is behind you – and that guy was one of them! They have lured Morgan away to get you into their hands!«

She had then persuaded Cassandra to send Morgan a message whilst she was escorting her to the »Bar Vidocq«, implying that they would be less exposed in the narrow lane and yet would be surrounded by people once they were inside the bar. Then, things had turned out better than Amy would have dared to hope.

Mike had been standing beside his car and his white T-Shirt had been a target hard to miss. Amy wasn`t sure whether he was seriously hurt or even dead, but it didn`t matter. What mattered was that Cassandra was sitting beside her as she had driven through the night as fast as she dared without raising the attention of the Police.

After she had calmed down from her first excitement, Cassandra had wanted to send another message to Morgan, but Amy had stopped her:

»Wait until we are at the save house and I have informed my superiors! Then, you may decide whether you want to blame him yourself for leaving you alone or if the Boss shall do it!«

»The Boss?«

Cassandra had frowned and looked at her.

»You are no American!«

Amy was fluent in English, French, Spanish and Russian, but unable to completely hide her accent. And obviously, Cassandra, despite having just witnessed a shooting and what in her eyes must have been an attempted kidnapping, had noticed the traces of Uxbridge English in her speaking.

»Neither are you!«, she had replied,  alluding to the slight Caribbean accent that broke through now that Cassandra was excited. Then, she had quickly feigned a plausible back story:

»You are not the only British agent that has decided to look for a career alternative on the other side of the pond. Actually, it was me who was planned as your original bodyguard, but Morg seemed more convincing as your fiancé!«

Indeed, except for Cassandra`s hair being longer and curly, Amy looked like a photo negative of her companion. They were both at the same height and had comparable figures, but Amy had light blonde hair and a fair skin and, as if to emphasize the differences, she sported a black dress whilst Cassandra`s was off-white.

»Anyway, let`s get inside and then, you may tell Morg to get his sexy ass over here!«

Cassandra now scoffed.

»I hope he is able to say goodbye to his wife!«

In a falsetto, she added:

»Sorry, Cassie, I have to phone her and ask if Richie is all right, just a minute!«

When they approached the house, Amy exulted internally. Obviously, Cassandra was still angry that Morgan hadn`t responded to her flirting and thus, she would perhaps be distracted enough to recognize a few details – like the fact it took her a few seconds to open the door since she had to use her picklock instead of a key.

They walked up the stairs and then, Cassandra looked at the door of the apartment Amy was about to open.

»The save house is just a save apartment?«

»Budget shortages! Blame President Biden once you meet him!«

She opened the door.

»After you!«

She literally pushed Cassandra into the corridor and closed the door behind her. The Caribbean looked around, recognizing more and more strange details. The apartment was looking quite ordinary, but there was a smell of cold tobacco in the air and on the table, she spotted an empty liquor bottle beside some used dishes. Then, she heard a noise. It was like a high-pitched humming and it was coming from behind one of the doors. Cassandra spun around – only to see that Amy had drawn her gun.

»What the-«

»The owner of the apartment seems to have noticed us – but you may want to introduce yourself to her!«

Amy directed the perplexed Cassandra towards the door and made her open it. The woman obeyed and her eyes widened at the sight.

Opposite to her, on the toilet seat, a naked woman was squatting. She was glistering with sweat and staring at her and Amy with her blue eyes, mewing through the swathes of silver tape wrapped over her mouth and around the lower half of her face. She seemed to have difficulties in keeping her balance in the undignified position and now, Cassandra saw the scarf tied around the woman`s neck.

»You may want to help her a bit, Cassie! Otherwise, she might slip and strangle herself!«

Cassandra looked over her shoulder, but Amy had stepped back a bit and still was aiming at her. Reluctantly, she approached the trussed up redhead. Now, she saw that the toilet seat had become wet and slippery from all the sweat and that the woman could lose balance any second.

She put her hands under the other´s lower calves, assisting her in keeping her position. The redhead let out a fluttering breath of relief.

»Just stay as you are, Cassie!«

Cassandra felt the touch of the gun at the back of her head. Then, the zipper of her dress was pulled down at her back.

»He, what are you-«

»Relax, Cassie! I just wanted to be helpful! Now, I think your new friend has recovered a bit so you can take your hands off her and remove that lovely dress of yours!«

Cassandra hesitated, looking for an opportunity to overpower Amy, but the blonde kept her distance and still had the gun. Slowly, the Caribbean turned around.

»Why are you doing that? I mean, I understand you are not working for the Americans, but why do I have to strip?«

»Because I say so!«, Amy replied in a strict tone. For a few seconds, Cassandra stood motionless, but then, she removed her pumps before slowly lowering her dress, revealing an ivory-colored strapless bra.

»Looks like we are all 34Cs in this room! What a nice coincidence!«

Cassandra glanced at her, but after an inviting gesture from Amy, she pushed the dress over her hips and let it fall to the floor. Amy whistled.

»You really were up to something with Morg, weren`t you? Not just a traitor, but also a seducer of married men!«

Instead of pantyhose, Cassandra was wearing silk stockings that ended at the top of her thighs. They had broad lacy embroidery and were kept in place by garters dangling from an ivory-colored garter belt that matched her bra. A pair of silk knickers completed the ensemble.

»Now, get to the sink and see if you find some scissors!«

The angry Cassandra obeyed and indeed found a pair of small, slightly curved scissors. Amy nodded and ordered:

»Unfortunately, you put on your panties before the garters and I want you to keep these on. So, if you please cut off your panties now!«

»No!«

Amy shrugged and aimed at Cassandra`s crotch.

»Do you think I can hit the seams without hurting you?«

Her chest heaving from the humiliation, Cassandra took the scissors and cut the panties. Then, she slowly pulled them from between her legs.

»There is hardly any grass on a crowded road!«, Amy commented on her victim`s shaved pubic mound. Then, as Cassandra was standing with her hands in front of her middle, she ordered:

»Now, stuff them into your mouth, all the way in! One more protest from you and I will add mine!«

Accompanied by some retching and panting, Cassandra obeyed and once the mass of cloth had disappeared behind her pristine teeth, Amy handed her a roll of tape and forced her to wrap it over her mouth at least a dozen times.

»Now, sit down on the floor and lean towards the toilet!«

Obviously having some difficulties in coping with her gag, the girl did as she was told, finding her head flanked by Lioba`s knees. Amy rummaged through her handbag with her left, but still aimed at Cassandra as she ordered:

»Now, raise your arms and push them through your new friend`s legs!«

Since Lioba was squatting and had her ankles tied to her thighs, there was little space for Cassandra`s hands and she had to squeeze and prod until her upper arms were trapped between Lioba`s calves and thighs. Amy approached and grabbed Cassandra`s wrists. She pulled, forcing Lioba to press her knees against the sides of the other`s head. Then, she crossed Cassandra`s wrists behind her head and tied them with some rounds of duct tape before further securing the tie with a cable binder. Cassandra fumed through her gag and wriggled in her uncomfortable position whilst her fluttering fingers occasionally touched Lioba.

»Now, you can help her keeping balance. Just for one last thing!«

Amy checked the gag`s tightness before putting her hands behind Cassandra`s back.

»Mmhhmph! Nnnggg!«

Despite her protests and the flailing of her unbound legs, Amy removed Cassandra`s bra and read the label.

»A 34C, just as I thought!«

She tossed the bra into the bathtub and looked down on Cassandra`s bare breasts that heaved from the girl`s helpless rage and only her dark complexion hid the fact she was blushing all over. Amy put the gun aside.

»Nice and full! You would have loved to find out whether they would fit nicely into Morgan`s hands!«

She opened her legs, so those of Cassandra were pressed against the wall and the bathtub. Then, she cupped her breasts and kneaded them. Cassandra screamed through her gag and tried to shake her off, but Amy continued the fondling. Then, she suddenly squeezed her victim`s nipples and twisted them.

»Hrrrrrmmmmm!«

Cassandra reared up, causing Lioba to stagger, too. Only when she had recovered from the sudden pain, she realized that Amy had stepped back, looking down on her boobs, with her nipples still aflame, and her exposed pubic area.

»I almost forgot you ate a traitor – and traitors get punished. But don`t worry – soon, more professional torturers will take over for me! After all, I am just an ambitious amateur!«

She stood there, her upper body bent forward so Lioba and Cassandra had a good view on her ample cleavage. Her smile showed both triumph and glee. Suddenly, her expression froze. Amy let out a strange croak and then, trying to spin around, she staggered and landed half on the bathroom carpet, half on Cassandra`s legs. She spasmed once more and then, she lay still. From her neck, a small red dart protruded.

»Ambitious amateurs – they are the worst, aren`t they?«

Lioba didn`t believe her eyes. There, in the bathroom door, stood Mike! He looked as if he had played in the dirt and on his chest, she could see a bullet hole, albeit no blood, but he was showing his trademark smile. He looked at her and said:

»Everything looks like the last time I saw you like that. I wish I could say the same about me!«

He seemed to ignore Cassandra`s presence and looked directly at Lioba`s breasts in a way that made her blush, despite her relief. Mike shrugged:

»Maybe, the lack of sag and wrinkles helped me to notice another detail – the pattern of the wall tiles. It told me that Amy`s secret hideout is nothing but your own bathroom. And so, when she managed to shake me off, I decided to have a look. At least, I could rescue you, but now, it seems that Amy was so kind to not only help me fulfill my mission, but also to take care that she isn`t the one getting the merits for doing so!«

***